Playing Wifey
Sitting at the traffic light my left foot taps the cars floor anxiously while my other foot holds break. Seemingly the only thing restraining my extreme sexual desires. All day Ive been looking forward to getting home before my girl friend. I generally finish work at least an hour before her. And I need that hour to indulge in my hobby. Or fetish. What ever you choose to call it. She would not support my fixation, and especially my intentions. I had to get home and check my email. Not just any...